Walk With Ants

I am lucky to have found another paradise at Cerok Tokun.

And I find ants that start working very early in the morning, much earlier than me, without any secretary and computer.

They go back and forth, up and down.

They never bother about the spotlight that shines on them. They are focusing on only one mission: serious at work and just do it. There is no tidbit, cigarette and make-up during work.

They go wherever is required, easy or difficult, bright or dark, and I have never heard about any complaint for two consecutive weeks.

I have been squatting at the same place trying to study them whenever I have my hiking at Cerok Tokun. I once imagined I was a director sitting on a director's chair, and they were my superstars.

They never talk about air conditioner and automation. They do it the same way for centuries and they are happy. Internet, television, car and so on have never come into their mind.

They do it in their own way.

And in a humorous way, just because I think I am a director. I have managed a waltz dance by one of them before I call it a day.

Anonymous

It did not intend to disclose its existence, I had only accidentally seen it after emerging from the jungle. It perched on the thick undegrowth. We did not exchange dialogue. And the best I could but yet failed to do so since it prefer not to tell its identity in the Internet.

It remained anonymous to me, though I may then remember that once upon a time there was someone who did come into my life.

Anyhow it was best to keep a distance between each other; it looked so suspiciously at me while I was maneuvering around. It was so small to be visible again in the lush green after taking off.

It remains anonymous to me, but it will not last too long in my world. Nobody will remain anonymous under the advance search machines.

Life is not much of a secret after all.

Gunung Lang, Ipoh, Perak

It has been a tired weekend. Me and my wife have driven back and forth for nine hundred kilometers sending my son to Bangi, a small town nearby Kuala Lumpur, where he will spend his next three years in the university over here.

Slept late at twelve midnight after watching the match between Argentina and Germany and woke up at three o'clock in the next morning had torn me apart.

On the way home, we dropped by at Gunung Lang, Ipoh, for a brief visit. I found these cat fish were not much better than me. They were squeezed inside a sandglass, whereby time was a total jam.

I felt easier only after moving away and had this pond view.

We took a short boat ride under the two o'clock burning sun. F/9 and 1/250 sec exposure time may show the other way, though the tree that stays atop has surrendered itself for a long time.

There is a stony face trying to put on a forest as its shelter. It must be too comfort over there so much so it has not make any movement for a few hundred years. I leave it to another blogger for his story another hundred years to come.

I shall not read this, same as this mushroom.

You? I do not think you are any better than us.

Ephemeral

Everyone and every instance is ephemeral, but when both are connected, we can see an eternity. Both may be ordinary, but when they meet each other, it is the moment the clock started to strike one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven and twelve, and the legend of Cinderella had become eternity.

Mushrooms keep popping up at Cerok Tokun, from every now and then, and at every here and there. The relay will never end.

These mushrooms are waiting for the right twelve midnight. But before that, me and you will not have any intense feeling about them. They just fade away either naturally or are smashed under our feet.

And now, it is ephemeral.

We are ephemeral.

You are beautiful!!

I may think it was ridiculous but yet fun to dance with a bat, to stand in its way, to flash and to murmur my discomfort repeatedly. The bat might not have the same opinion. I might have disturbed its routine, hurt its feeling or confused its echolocation. I hope that there won't be any ill feeling, and it is not a Vampire Bat. We are friends. Aren't we?

Anyhow, as long as I emerged from the jungle, I had to start with a new journey, and a new episode of story.

The sun was blazing down. This Chocolate Grass Yellow seemed to seek asylum in the flower embassy, but for its head only, like an ostrich.

I always have my own thought: I should have as many shots as I wished since it could not see me. I took numerous shots, and I inched closer and closer.

Out of a sudden, the butterfly turned to me. "Hey, though I can't see you, I am able to feel you." And again, we made friends.

I went ahead with my shooting. It continued with what was supposed to be done. The sun was blazing down, it brightened up my day.

If you ask what is grass yellow, I shall tell you it is a transparent yellow.